Life Moments – Money is Not Free

So, this member asking if we would take money on the street if nobody around to claim it and no wallet attached to that money either. I say, I will not in my hardest needs. But, why, you ask answer. It is harmless. Has money no name on it written?

 

That is because I had this nice event happened to me when I was in high school. You know I already described how I get my nickname in high school, in mylot,  I was so seldom attending my school that my teachers find a name to describe me – Your Seldom Majesty. I was never there. I had good grades and my life already preplanned to my darling beloved school love with many  babies and happiness. So no harm in that…

 

One morning like always  I was dancing  down the main square  all in my glory.  You know teenage brat queen in her own head and shine.

I saw nice bill flattering across the square and not even thinking if it has owner picked it up smoothly just in front of a middle-aged guy who was panting and sweating, running to fetch his ball back. I passed next to him with big steps like an Olympic winner not even looking. I knew I done wrong but it was too late in my opinion to bow my crown and hand it down to that patsy hamster.

 

For some reason I always had this icky condition to end up in some sort of a grudge against middle aged men,  I always tend to climb on their nerves. For no reason, I think it is only a coincidence.

 

He said nothing because, obviously, he thought intelligently – money has not his name written on it. Finders – keepers! So, he just stood there terribly looking dumb while I left. I knew so much it was wrong and it will  hit back at me so hard my crown is going to jump to the clouds. It was so bad of me.

 

But I was not thinking of it anymore. I kissed to my friends and we went to town to see shops, drink coffee. It was fun.

 

When back home I was at a bus station, with the crowd of people around me. I was noticing nothing, in my world I was only texting.

When the time came to board bus lots of people dragged me in and  I ended up standing in contrary of my plan.

I tried to put myself in some better position and then I realized I am squeezed towards that guy which money I took in front of him.

The bad thing – he was looking at me as if he is going to eat me. Worse thing – I could not move anymore. Worst thing – it was longer distance bus. No stopping till arrival. He-he-he-he—…

 

To make my agony in short description he was burning my eyes out of my skull all way of travel. I think my makeup melted from face how burning it was.

 

When we get  out I was never so happier in life.

 

From that time till now, If I see  bag of money tumbling  and big fat bundles of cash falling all over street, I will not stay any longer near that to pick it. Money is always somebody’s . It is not free to take.

 

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